Whether it's the blossom of cherry in the youth of spring
Whether it's the kill of a calf by the desert's king
Whether it's the cry of a babe, or a cry of a mother
All will grieve, though the earth won't care
Whether you live or die
Whether you smile or cry
The world is turning
Whether it's the blossom of cherry in the youth of spring
Whether it's the kill of a calf by the desert's king
Whether it's the cry of a babe, or a cry of a mother
All will grieve, though the earth won't care
Whether you live or die
Whether you smile or cry
The world is turning
Whether it's the blossom of cherry in the youth of spring
Whether it's the kill of a calf by the desert's king
Whether it's the cry of a babe, or a cry of a mother
All will grieve, though the earth won't care
Whether you live or die
Whether you smile or cry
The world is turning
Whether it's the blossom of cherry in the youth of spring
Whether it's the kill of a calf by the desert's king
Whether it's the cry of a babe, or a cry of a mother
All will grieve, though the earth won't care
Whether you live or die
Whether you smile or cry
The world is turning